The form was solid with good volume and a nice feel of modeling with the pastel. It was a very good likeness. The details were still sketchy but it wa... very professional looking and no doubt it was me. The others were of varying quality with Sheila and Rose competently working with the pose and my likeness. Their drawings were also pastel and less finished. Nancy was struggling with the pose, working in graphite. She had started by making the torso too large and could not fit the head or lower. The weather was changing. Most of the leaves from the trees had fallen by then. In the summer I worked on my stamina. With winter coming I focused on my strength.It was a Friday evening, Father Petrou and I finished our meal. I was cleaning up the table when he said, “When you finish, set up the chess board, I’ll be back in five minutes.” He was gone before I could protest.“That’s right, always run away from washing the dishes!” I called out, hoping he would hear me, I said it in a friendly. She offeredto take me to the office and help me search through the donated clothesfor underwear and bras. I felt embarrassed when I asked her what size brashe thought I wore. Since I had obviously never worn a regular bra, I hadno idea of my size."Are you telling me you don't wear bras?" she asked."I usually stick with sports bras," I responded. I was afraid Kim wasgoing to ask me why, but she just shrugged her shoulders and let thesubject go. "Well, you look about my size, and I'm a 34-B. You. I was still sniffling. She picked up the sheet of bond and began to read it. Done, she looked up at me. At first she said nothing."It's a print out of an e-chat," she said. "From my computer?" Yes," I said."It's nothing, Herb. It's just a chat room friend I sometimes chat with. It's nothing." A friend? You mean Michael?" I said. "His name is Michael." Yes, Michael. But he's just a chat room friend. We e-com sometimes. Nothing serious, just talk," she said. "We've never met in person—really.".